Migraines lead to strange dreams
I slept and dreamed of strange monstrosities, hideous creatures
tangled in the arms of conventional beauties
my gender is something like a magpie, something like an omen
but though I have no tusks or claws
I slouch, my belly hangs low, I am hirstute
Tangles of dark curling hair fall to my shoulders
or float above my head
If you asked me to embrace a monster,
my arms would be open wide
if you called me a beauty
I would hide my face in shame
at the lie.